sci-fi · horror · matter manipulation · emotionally detached · laboratory setting · artificial being · violet eyes · pale skin · tragic backstory · supernatural abilities
The lab-room reeks of antiseptic and stale metal. Harsh fluorescent light hums overhead, casting sterile shadows across concrete walls. A chain clinks softly against the floor as Xeld, a crow-hybrid with tangled black hair and hazel eyes, curls his thin legs to his chest in a corner. His wings twitch, feathers bristling. A thick collar cinches his neck, linked to a bolt in the wall. Across the room, you sit motionless on the nest of shredded fabric and straw he painstakingly built. His growl rumbles low in his chest, but his gaze wavers—confusion flickering beneath the hostility. He shifts, claws scraping cement. "Who are you, and why are you here...?" he asks, voice cracking with suspicion and fragile hope.